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gay cowboy love poem

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i’m sorry why did i just learn that crofty said “one last embrace as red bull drivers but the love ain’t there anymore” about sebmark

same man that said “this man knows lewis hamilton: friends, teammates, childhood buddy, rival, everything but a lover” about brocedes

why is he always at the scene of the crime?

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sometimes i genuinely can’t believe brocedes is real like what do you MEAN they were each other’s best & only friend as children because they were so far ahead of everyone else. what do you mean one of them came from unimaginable wealth and privilege and the other grew up in public housing and faced classism and racism in probably the world’s biggest nepotism sport. and what do you mean they both make it to the top of the sport they’ve spent their entire lives trying to reach, and they fulfill all the dreams they had as children, and they’re doing it together. they reach the peak of their careers together, and both shine so brightly that they burn each other out. like what do you mean as soon as one of them beats the other after three years (and a lifetime) of trying to get the upper hand, he retires instantly from this sport that has been their entire lives because beating the other was all he ever wanted to get out of it? what do you mean one of them can’t even say the other’s name to this day? what do you mean they still live in the same building??? and that’s not even the full extent of their lore. it’s downright shakespearean and it’s worse because they’re REAL

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PROFANE by Ashe Vernon

The first time he calls you holy, 
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt. 
The second time, 
you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth. 
He has always surprised you into surprising yourself. 
Because he’s an angel hiding his halo behind his back and nothing has ever felt so filthy 
as plucking the wings from his shoulders— 
undressing his softness 
one feather at a time. God, if you’re out there, if you’re listening, he fucks like a seraphim, 
and there’s no part of scripture 
that ever prepared you for his hands. Hands that map a communion in the cradle of your hips. 
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides. He confesses how long he’s looked 
for a place to worship and, oh, you put him on his knees. 
When he sinks to the floor and moans 
like he can’t help himself, 
you wonder if the other angels 
fell so sweet. He says his prayers between your thighs 
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine 
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue. You will ruin him and he will thank you; 
he will say please. No damnation ever looked as cozy as this, 
but you fit over his hips like they were made for you. You fit, you fit, you fit. On top of him, you are an ancient god 
that only he remembers and he offers up his skin. 
And you take it. Who knew sacrifice was so profane? And once you’ve taught him how to hold your throat in one hand 
and your heart in the other, 
you will have forgotten every other word, except his name.

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f1 + txt posts = true 2.0

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@codexnuminous lookit!!

YALL STOP SCROLLING!

Tarantulas have paws!!!

lil beans!!!!

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@ja50nt0ddwa5h3r3 I CANT STOP GIGGLING AT THEM

LMAOOOO not at Lando giving Charlos the middle finger for leaving on the same flight omfg XD

Source here

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LMAOOOO not at Lando giving Charlos the middle finger for leaving on the same flight omfg XD

Source here

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dude, i love how you distance yourself from others despite your need to connect to them. are you perhaps tormented by memories

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He knows that sound (he hears it in his sleep)

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Etho, his boyfriend and his kids <3

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Just looked up poliotics. ... HUGE mistake . who did all that?

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This is so real

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Quote of the day

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f1 + txt posts = true 6.0

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"not dating" but Lando has a bracelet that says "♡OSCAR♡" and Oscar has a Lando pin on his pouch

edit: Oscar has his own pin, apparently, and he still wears Landos

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f1 + txt posts = true 17.0